Young At Heart

Another birthday over, yet I don't feel old,
And I don't look my age, so I'm told.
No grey hairs yet, no wrinkles, no lines,
A few pounds too heavy, but I don't mind.

My memory is still good, sharp as a pin,
My eyes are okay, no need to complain.
I still have my humor, a little sarcasm and wit,
Though my response is slower, I must admit.

A few aches and pains, here and there,
More sagging than uplift, but I don't care.
My attitude is positive most of the time,
Optimistic even, is my state of mind.

I can stay out till dawn, dance the night away,
Though I pay a high price, the next day.
I can still turn heads, a whistle here and there,
Walk tall and proud without a care.

Growing old is something we all face,
And society tells us to do it with grace.
But something I heard, stuck in my head,
"Fuck society, you're a long time dead".

Copyright; Carol Prince